novelraw Chapter 571 Graduation (7)
Chapter 571 Graduation (7)
Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, his dark eyes deep and silent.Qiao Mo sniffed lightly, this time her nose was clear, but she vaguely sensed a medicinal scent on him.
She examined him for a while, not finding anything visibly wrong, yet she couldn’t quite shake her worry: "Are you hurt?"
The more she thought about it, the more Qiao Mo felt it was a possibility.
Otherwise, why would he be late when he had clearly promised her?
Eventually, Qiao Mo’s gaze fell on the arm of his suit jacket, where there was a faint stain, off-white, small yet distinct.
Qiao Mo grasped his arm and sniffed it gently, then confirmed that the medicinal scent precisely came from this part of the suit. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"I thought you were injured... phew... now tell me, why were you so late?"
"I went to visit a patient," Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, not expecting this.
She couldn’t help but want to ask who it was. Was it someone more important than her...
But on second thought, she felt comparing it like this seemed a bit unreasonable.
After all, while her competition was important, the other person was a patient who might have been in urgent need, asking such questions would only make things difficult for him.
"It’s good that you’re not hurt." Qiao Mo hugged him lightly.
They clung to each other for a while, then walked together toward the front hall for the banquet.
But when Qiao Mo turned around, she didn’t notice Fu Nancheng’s gaze sweeping over his own sleeve, his brooding eyes darkening a bit.
If he remembered correctly, Qiao Yun also had burns on her hand. It must have been from applying ointment and then holding his arm, leaving traces behind.
Qiao Mo didn’t think much of it, seeing him improved her mood considerably.
At the banquet, she communicated with several CEOs and designers. However, most people, upon seeing Fu Nancheng, became rather apprehensive, offering her conditions that were far too generous for a novice designer.
Seeing this clear flattery directed at the man beside her, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but feel a bit disinterested.
She had been striving not to rely on him, but the current situation seemed to leave her with little choice...
Nonetheless, some people appeared neither servile nor overbearing, filled with sincerity, though Qiao Mo couldn’t tell how genuine it was.
After communicating in the circle for about half an hour, she found a clothing company’s design philosophy very similar to hers. Qiao Mo chatted for a bit and found the exchange pleasant, soon after the other party began promising compensation and benefits.
"Our company prefers to offer Miss Qiao prices based on pieces, with eighty thousand per piece for ordinary ready-to-wear and three million per piece for dresses and haute couture. Miss Qiao would need to provide two series and three individual items per quarter for the company..."
Qiao Mo listened carefully, estimating the time required and calculating the price offered.
But before she could speak, Fu Nancheng’s face darkened first: "Eighty thousand per piece?"
The other party’s heart skipped a beat, promptly adding, "This is just the compensation aspect; our company offers many other benefits."
Qiao Mo looked over, waiting for more.
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Every quarter, the company fully funds two trips for designers to find inspiration."
After he finished speaking, Fu Nancheng’s frown deepened. He turned to Qiao Mo and said: "We won’t go, I’ll take you on a trip every month, okay?"